New Mama

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New mama in my neighborhood.

From my perch, I watch her

The ever vigilant mama is not happy I want a picture of her home.

The ever vigilant mama is not happy I want a picture of her home.

Zip in and out,

Bring tasty tidbits to her brood,

Always within a bird’s eye view of home.

Step near her home,

She chirps a loud warning.

Others rally to mama’s cries.

The intruder (me) is surrounded by beady eyes,

Watching.

Mama, your babies are safe

In the arms of this maple

In my yard.

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This robin’s nest is too high for me to see inside. So far no heads have been bobbing up and down.

 

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